In all honesty, I do write every day, but it’s a habit that I don’t always release these words that are my crystallized thoughts for those moments.
Some see them, and others do not.
In this way, I feel safe.
And while I’m confessing these word related sins,
I sometimes neglect to even capture my written thoughts at all!
Even those that I know I should, but honestly, I remember them still.
On any given day then, a one will come to me, and inspired by our exchange, I’ll write something to them (or about them), but I won’t allow myself to save and/or share it with others, for not unlike my verbal expressions,
some of my written words can often go too deep as well.
Clarity:
Therefore, the reason why I’m saying all this, is that yes, I allowed a comment to remain posted (and no, I’m not saying it’s a new thing, or something that I’ll continue to let happen from others), but enough have noticed and then questioned me about it, that I thought it was best to offer an explanation now, then have to confront it at a time,
when I’m in the mood for confrontation.
Words:
Me, I love.
I share my love,
And I’m open to new love
Which is how we
Got to be friends.
But also within me,
I’m not responsive to all,
And in particular
I exclude those who
Are rightfully so,
Connected to me.
In this way
I choose in whom,
I want to be related to.
And yet,
A one has come from that place
And I’ve chosen
to reveal myself to her.
And in doing so,
She is revealing herself
To us both.
In that
I see a love
For awareness,
Awakening
And so,
I’ve chosen
To not turn away.
In this new way then,
I don’t perceive
That I’m changing
But I like
The growth
Nonetheless.
Change with me
If you like,
But don’t expect
The change
To effect
Who we’ve
Become,
To each other.
In that
I think
is truth!
About Me
- Edward Thomas
- More than just a Man, but also, a human being as well; Me, I'm just as often found @ the center of the struggle, but never as someones absent minded follower. True enough, I love my Mother, and though I'm eager to be perfect, I actually prefer to be nice, than have my own way! When asked, my closest friends would say that I am often in the company of the wind: The Wind(a dear friend of mine since birth) and I are often near and around you, and though, we're not always seen or felt near you, it's always better understood within you. Odd I know, but true nonetheless. True, not unlike the truth contained withing the thought of me flying would appear, but then again, when the wind wills, well, often I've awoken in strange places and had to patiently await his return, so as to get back home again. Luckily, he never lingers long, for it's hard enough explaining my discernment (of)to people. Imagine the after shock of a early morning phone call from Cleveland???
